A Gothic Scene

I was walking past these gnarled trees when two crows suddenly settled on some branches, squawked loudly, and flew off.  There’s something rather foreboding in the sound of squawking crows in a Winter landscape.  I felt as if I was in a Gothic novel. It was a mysterious moment.

A Lone Tree

There’s a strength in a tree standing alone in a landscape and expressing its own identity, but there’s also a vulnerability in its aloneness. To courageously express your identity in the landscape of life will always come with vulnerability and risk.

A Journal of Thoughts, Photographs and Sketches

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